We are at the border between Lithuania and Belarus. To get here we have struggled our way out of Vilnius, Lithuania’s capital. Over a barely existing sidewalk to cross a bridge, up a hill in terrible traffic, but we are happy. We are happy because it is dry. It has not rained now for twenty-four hours, which is miraculous after all the rain we had while crossing the Baltic States. We detoured to avoid more traffic and ended up on a terrible dirt road, but before three in the afternoon we hand our paperwork to the border patrol officer.